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TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU
| TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU |
00. Arrival This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. I. STARGAZER On the first night that new arrivals wash ashore, the moon rises. It's full and beautiful and surrounded by stars. The robots quickly bring old, dusty telescopes out of storage and line them up on the beach to help people get a truly spectacular view. "Look to the heavens! Behold, the chicken, the cat, the owl, the donkey!" It's... the cock, the pussy, the hooters, and the ass. For the rest of the night, characters will become fixated on the specific asset associated with the constellation they've gotten an eyeful of. Whether this leads to some body worship or just casual appreciation is up to you. You can learn about the stars and constellations later this month in some of the rare, non-pornographic books in the library. (More info will go up soon, so please be patient!) II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION An ancient courting ritual has been announced! It involves the give-and-take of candy hearts with slogans printed on them. Of course, since these hearts are being manufactured by robots, their sense of taste is a little... off? Or perhaps off-putting? "You'll do." "5/10." "Acceptable." "Sloppy Seconds." Receiving a negative heart makes one feel insecure, jealous, and submissive. "Be mine." "Nicest ass." "Swell bulge." "They're good lays, Bront." Receiving a positive heart will make one feel confident, boastful, and dominant. Your friendly neighborhood 'bots will give them out to anyone who asks - and maybe even those who don't. III. Eat Or Dare The robots have set up a stall by the beach with a banner that reads: Eat Or Dare. They have procured bigger candy hearts than ever before -- fist-sized and larger -- with actions written on them instead of derogatory slogans. "Take a dive." "Lick me." "Get handsy." The name of the game is to follow the instructions or forfeit the challenge by making the evidence disappear into your mouth. Delicious! Those who eat the candy hearts will feel themselves getting giddy and unreasonably invested in the love affairs of others. They will feel compelled to play matchmaker to spread the cheer. N A V I G A T I O N |
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He breaks out in a sudden fit of red-faced coughing and takes a moment to clear his throat.
"I'm not... talking about sex. I'm not not talking about sex, but I just... I mean us. You and me. Figuring out the details and seeing what happens, because the worst thing that could... already has. And I'm not going to let anything else stop me."
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Then of course his usual awkwardness came out and she had to giggle "I know what you mean Jaune."
She smiles warmly "I want to figure it out with you too. I know we can do it together."
Gathering up her courage she says "I... want to be your girlfriend, if you want me to be." She wanted to make it crystal clear.
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He lets out a long, slow sigh, blowing out his breath before looking up at her again with at least a trace of mirth behind his eyes, if not actual mischief.
"So. That's the hard part settled. What next?"
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"Well I think in the long term I'll take you back to where everyone else is, but I think the short term is up to you. What do you want to do?"
The ball was in Jaune's court here.
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He laughs and reaches out again to take her hand.
"For... everything else... I'd like to at least talk about it first. I don't want this to be happening just because... a robot gave me a bingo card."
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Although she decided to bring up a point "I agree we shouldn't do it because we're expected to, but I think on the opposite end this goes to my advice about no theatrics."
Her face was already red, but if they've come this far she might as well keep going "We should just do what feels right and see what happens and if I'm being honest I want you to myself a little longer before we meet up with the others."
She smiles sheepishly "If all we do is kiss, I'm happy, if we end up doing more... I'm actually not opposed to it." She may have done some lewd things on the roof of a building. Mask or not she'd feel hypocritical acting like she wasn't okay with enjoying Jaune's company in a tent.
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He says that, and then steps, not hesitating, close enough that even though nothing is touching but their hands, he can feel the warmth of her skin. His breath comes out in a sigh, and he leans forward, slowly, deliberately, eyes focused on hers, head tilted to the side just a little so that their noses won't collide.
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Then all at once nothing mattered anymore. Their lips touched and any other thoughts left her mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him. Gentle at first, and then more firm as she soaked in the feeling. This wasn't a goodbye like last time, this was just them enjoying each other. If anything it was a hello.
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When he opened his mouth she hummed sweetly into the kiss before flicking her tongue out to explore his own. Her motions were slow, exploratory just feeling out what it was like to kiss him like this.
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This is - he needs this. They both do, he thinks. This makes everything worth it, at least for the moment. There are all kinds of details remaining to be settled, and he's vaguely conscious of them, and he shoves them away. Any concerns he had about the sand beneath the feet or the cramped tent behind him vanish - not replaced with any urgency, but by simple contentedness. What will happen will happen, and as long as they're together, it will be fine, or better than fine. He doesn't have to worry. He hasn't lost her.
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The kiss was intense, long stretches of not breathing as their lips and tongues met followed by panting for air and repeating it over and over again for a few solid minutes. It made her feel dizzy and it was stocking a need inside of her.
On their latest separation for air she moaned softly and said "J-Jaune I... want you, if you want to..." Even as heady as she was feeling she didn't want to force him into anything.
Her eyes only left him briefly to look at the tent, assuming that'd be where he'd take her if he accepted.
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"I want you," he says, now and vehement. "Just..." He spots it, then, one of the little ramshackle structures lining the cove, that he'd felt presumptuous laying claim to before when he knew he could manage outdoors. That selfless impulse is gone, and anyway, the shack is unclaimed, and right there.
"Okay," he says, decisively, and without warning, one of his arms is supporting her shoulders, the other dropping to curl around her hips, and he's sweeping her legs out from under her with a practiced ankle-slide and pivot, a maneuver she'd pulled on her own opponents before, but had been well beyond his level when she'd been tutoring him. Gathering her up in his arms, giving her a tight, determined smile, it's ten, perhaps fifteen seconds to the open door of the shack.
There's a porch awning, a door, a curtained window. Inside, a kitchen island divides the shabby kitchenette from the main room, furnished only with a battered couch and easy chair, and a sturdy dutch door separates the main room from the bedroom, its top half hanging slightly crooked between hinge and lintel. It's emphatically not a romantic location, but it has definite advantages over a tent, at least, including a double-wide bed with threadbare but clean sheets.
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It's a blur as they make it into the shack. It isn't much, but she doesn't care. It's enough, the tent would have been enough, but if this was where Jaune was comfortable she'd be happy right here.
Before he can even move from the doorway she wraps her arms around his neck and goes in for yet another heated kiss.
She's even more into it than she was earlier. Soon bringing her hands up to grasp at his hair, not pulling just grabbing firmly as she enjoyed feeling so close to him.
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"This is better," he asserts, raggedly, pressing her against the bedroom door for a moment to free a hand while he fumbles with the handle, flinging it open, and letting them not so much step through the doorway as tilt sideways and pivot through it, bringing them crashing down onto the bed - which promptly groans and creaks alarmingly, springs singing, its legs worn fragile with years of disuse. He laughs again, and doesn't let go.
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Before she knows it they're on the bed which squeaks beneath them just making her giggle even more.
When they landed she ended up on top of Jaune. Which while not where she expected to be did give her some ideas of what exactly she wanted to do.
First she presses a kiss to his lips, not quite done with him. However soon she'd pull back and sit up. There's a heavy blush on her face, but her expression was anything but reluctant. She wanted this.
She reached behind herself to quickly undo her armor's corset top. It was such a familiar action that it didn't take her long at all before she was tossing it aside revealing a simple white bra. The clasp behind was made of metal, which gave her an idea.
Rather than stripping it off normally Jaune would see her concentrating and then hear click as the bra came off on its own and then was flung... a bit harder than Pyrrha had intended as it ended up flinging into the main room through the still open door.
Looking down at Jaune there was a temptation to hide herself, but she fought it off instead just looking down at him with a mix of affection and good humor, waiting to see what he'd do.
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"You look beautiful," he says, softly. He doesn't want to dwell too lomg on just how impossible this feels, the fears and griefs of the last two years, but at the same time, amidst the fierce ugency of desire, there's still a quiet awe that this can happen at all.
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However seeing that reverent expression, feeling his hands on her and hearing his compliment she suddenly felt incredibly confident and powerful.
She reaches down and places her hands over Jaune's, a confident smile on her face "I want you Jaune, so don't be afraid to do whatever you want. Okay?"
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His breath escapes him in a soft, satisfied sigh as his palms slide up the underside of her breast, his thumbs rubbing up across aureolas and nipples with slow care. He's still not practiced, but the benefit of one night's experience and a candy heart means he isn't hesitant, isn't too light or too rough.
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She lets out soft sighs and groans as he begins to feel her breasts. Not wanting to selfishly have all the attention she finds herself shifting backwards a little. While she had never been with a man she did know enough for this.
She shifted her body back until she was seated on his cock and then she wordlessly began to move her hips back and forth. "Um that feels good, right?"
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"Right here," he answers. "Right here, just as long as you...mmmm... want." His hands move, caressing, rubbing, fingers teasing experimentally at her nipples, and he groans as she shifts over him, an echo of the sound she'd made.
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"T-then we may be here a while," she tried to say cheekily, but she sounded breathless if anything.
What started as a slow grind would gradually pick up in pace as Pyrrha grew more confident. Soft sighs and moans escaping Pyrrha's lips as she enjoyed the friction between them.
After a minute or so of this she said "J-Jaune, u-um do you want me to... touch it? I'm so unfamiliar with that part, but I want to make you feel as good as I can."
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At her stammered question, he goes even redder, but manages a quick "Yes!" before lapsing into silence a moment, mouth working.
"We don't have to rush," he says, pressing stubbornly ahead despite his nerves. "But I want to see all of you. And I want you to see all of me."
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His immediate yes, followed by that nervous addition made her giggle softly letting out some of her own nerves. "It's okay Jaune I understand. I want to see all of you too."
She decides to strip first since she had quite a bit to remove. Pyrrha moved from straddling Jaune's lap to sitting on it from the side allowing her to strip off everything more easily. She began stripping; her gloves, her boots, her skirt and finally with a deep blush she finally stripped off her panties. Everything was thrown into a pile next to the bed. Completely bare for him now, after a moment of hesitation she turned towards him so he could drink it in.
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As she shifts, he lets out a long, slow sigh, looking over her body reverently. There's heat behind the gaze, but he's not just staring at her breasts or between her legs - he drinks her in, a careful inch at a time, admiring the pale skin, the strong lines of her muscles beneath, the gentleness of her curves.
"You are... so, so beautiful," he murmurs, hands reaching out to rest on her knees, palms sliding slowly up her thighs. "My turn, now," he says, a nervous tremor of a smile appearing briefly on his lips. gently, he pushes her back, biting his lip and shivering at that sensation, until she's kneeling, her body still bracketing his, but allowing him a little freedom of motion.
His shirt and shoes are long gone - forgotten beside his tent down the beach - and there's a prickle of gooseflesh across his bare chest now, though he isn't cold. Slowly, his hands move up to unfasten the buckle of his jeans, to untie the sash his sheath hangs on, slowly unzipping. Beneath, he's wearing compression shorts, which leave very little to the imagination.
Still, with Pyrrha leaning over him like this, gorgeous and bare, he can't actually take anything all the way off.
"Little help?" he asks, faintly, voice very dry. Whether she moves or takes matters into her own hands is up to her interpretation.
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